Will sat at the breakfast table with Jack, eating his cereal whilst he read
the newspaper. Jack was looking in a handheld mirror, toying with his hair.
"You know, I'm thinking of going Goth" he said suddenly, "I think it'll held for my new production"
"What are doing?" Will asked, unable to look away from the newspaper
"Westside Story" Jack said, "I'm going to be a shark"
"Whoa" Will say, putting down the newspaper, and staring at Jack in awe, "You're going to be in Westside story! I can't believe it, I LOVE Westside story... What character are you playing?"
"Well... I haven't OFFICIALLY been accepted. But any day now, I'm sure" Jack replied
"What did the interviewers say?" Will asked, "Have you been to the interview?"
"No" Jack replied simply, "I haven't made any arrangements YET. But..." He trailed off with a knowing look at Will.
Suddenly, there was a scream from Grace's room, and then silence. Will looked over at the entrance to her bedroom, and saw a blur of fur as a giant jumper flew into the living room, followed by a distraught-looking Grace.
"What's wrong Yogi?" Will joked, staring at Grace
"Can you BELIEVE I had that thing rotting in my wardrobe all these years?" Grace asked, puffing, "For a moment I thought it MOVED"
Will got up from the table and walked over to the crumpled sweater on the floor, stared at it in disdain.
"Isn't that your sweater from back in the eighties?" Will asked, horrified, "The one that you sneezed all over when you the 'colossal cold?'"
Grace nodded, horrified, and closed her eyes in utter disgust.
"The 'colossal cold' of the eighties?" Jack asked, walking toward Will and Grace, "What's that?"
"Back when I was still in the closet, and I was dating Grace" Will started, with nothing but disgusted looks from Jack. "Grace got a cold, which we tried to treat with alcohol"
"Unfortunately" Grace took over, "The more and more we tried to 'cure' my cold. The worse it got"
"Eventually it got so bad... Grace's entire bedroom was covered with snot" Will said, watching Jack as he recoiled in horror. Then he laughed to himself, "Wouldn't it be funny if you got it again?"
"No" Grace replied, and then promptly sneezed everywhere... IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO WRITE MORE, E-MAIL ME AT KWOTTON87@HOTMAIL.COM
"You know, I'm thinking of going Goth" he said suddenly, "I think it'll held for my new production"
"What are doing?" Will asked, unable to look away from the newspaper
"Westside Story" Jack said, "I'm going to be a shark"
"Whoa" Will say, putting down the newspaper, and staring at Jack in awe, "You're going to be in Westside story! I can't believe it, I LOVE Westside story... What character are you playing?"
"Well... I haven't OFFICIALLY been accepted. But any day now, I'm sure" Jack replied
"What did the interviewers say?" Will asked, "Have you been to the interview?"
"No" Jack replied simply, "I haven't made any arrangements YET. But..." He trailed off with a knowing look at Will.
Suddenly, there was a scream from Grace's room, and then silence. Will looked over at the entrance to her bedroom, and saw a blur of fur as a giant jumper flew into the living room, followed by a distraught-looking Grace.
"What's wrong Yogi?" Will joked, staring at Grace
"Can you BELIEVE I had that thing rotting in my wardrobe all these years?" Grace asked, puffing, "For a moment I thought it MOVED"
Will got up from the table and walked over to the crumpled sweater on the floor, stared at it in disdain.
"Isn't that your sweater from back in the eighties?" Will asked, horrified, "The one that you sneezed all over when you the 'colossal cold?'"
Grace nodded, horrified, and closed her eyes in utter disgust.
"The 'colossal cold' of the eighties?" Jack asked, walking toward Will and Grace, "What's that?"
"Back when I was still in the closet, and I was dating Grace" Will started, with nothing but disgusted looks from Jack. "Grace got a cold, which we tried to treat with alcohol"
"Unfortunately" Grace took over, "The more and more we tried to 'cure' my cold. The worse it got"
"Eventually it got so bad... Grace's entire bedroom was covered with snot" Will said, watching Jack as he recoiled in horror. Then he laughed to himself, "Wouldn't it be funny if you got it again?"
"No" Grace replied, and then promptly sneezed everywhere... IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO WRITE MORE, E-MAIL ME AT KWOTTON87@HOTMAIL.COM